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Centurion · (03-25-2026)

We open up inside the historic Ritz Theatre in Scranton, Pennsylvania, a place known for it’s 1960’s aesthetic, as well as its horror and gothic themed movies and events that often play there. As such, on the main screen, we see what appears to be a scene out of a horror movie.

Except it isn’t a movie at all.

Instead, it is the final shot of Halloween Hell 2021, a special event put on by the faction previously known as the bWo in the XWF. Centurion stands in the ring, the bWo Title slung over his shoulder, and standing in front of him is the woman he just defeated, Miss Fury. A hole of fire opens up in the ring under Miss Fury, and chains rip her into many pieces before she is dragged into the pits below.

In the seats of the theatre, Centurion is sitting with a bag of popcorn. He tosses a few pieces into his mouth as the scene plays out in front of him. As it ends, the screen fades to a generic “Ritz Theatre” logo as Centurion shakes his head and laughs.

“Oh, how incredible that was! I have to admit, I have seen a lot of things happen in the XWF before, but that was among the most entertaining things I witnessed. Honestly, it’s probably the most entertaining things Miss Fury ever done in her career in the XWF.

It’s too bad she couldn’t stick to the bit.

What’s the excuse here, Fury? Special effects? Maybe you were reincarnated? Did Michael Graves implant your consciousnesses into a robot he built specifically to learn from him and become subservient to his disgusting desires?

Or, are you just going to be really boring and pretend like Miss Fury and Miss Furry are completely different people? Because I have to be honest, that would be incredibly lame after everything that has happened.”

Centurion pops in a couple more popcorn kernels and sets the bag down before picking up a drink from the cup holder. The drink is in a plastic cup, so it is impossible to tell what it is, but the brown liquid inside is way too light to be a soda, implying it’s a whiskey or scotch of some kind. He takes a sip and grits his teeth before setting it back in the cup holder.

“Never drank scotch through a straw before. That’s a new one for me.

Miss Furry, I feel somewhat sorry for you, if I’m being honest. I know you’re excited about this opportunity. Hell, it’s a massive match you’ve been thrust into, with a chance to become the flag bearer of Anarchy. You should be screaming your head off in excitement.

And yet, your “mentor” is watching your every move, and the only reason you have this match to begin with is because Dick Lichter stripped him of the Anarchy Title. And Graves is pissed. And if you don’t act like some horrible injustice was served, he’s going to discard you and replace you with another model. Maybe the next one will be Miss Funny. She’ll look like Taylor Tomlinson and have an actual personality installed this time.

For the record, I didn’t want Graves to be stripped of the title. I wanted him to lose it on his own. Lichter’s decision making with that call is questionable – much like the rest of the decisions he makes – and he will claim Elon Musk did not make this call, but I beg to differ. Michael Graves losing two titles in one show – it’s bad for the brand. They’re clearly propping up Graves to be THEIR guy – and Graves can curse the other billionaires and Lichter all he wants, he knows they all march in goosest...I mean, lockstep together. Also, regardless of whether or not Graves holds onto the Universal Title, it’s now easy for them to deny my demand for another title match. After all, I won’t be beating Graves at March Madness – I’ll be beating Miss Furry, which proves nothing.

All that’s to say, everything is falling exactly where it needs to fall for the folks in charge, and Furry – you’re just a piece in this game that has no say in the matter.

I would say that’s a pity, but given you appear to be someone who lacks any level of neurological activity, I can’t say it’s the most tragic thing in the world.

You’re not here to stop me, Furry. Graves knows you can’t, Lichter knows you can’t, and the owners know you can’t. You’re here to soften me up. You’re here to slow me down and get me to lose the Television Title, which I conveniently have to defend immediately after our match concludes. Me winning the Anarchy Title was inevitable, everyone knows that. What they can’t have is me being a major player on both shows. They can’t have me breathing down Graves’ neck, because they KNOW that Universal Title would come home with me if I were to face him for it. You have a purpose, Furry.

And it’s not to win.

That would motivate most people, Furry. I doubt it will have any effect on you. And even if it does, the situation at hand does not change. You, at your best and most motivated, are still nothing more than the sacrificial lamb that was tossed into the cage to help distract the lion while the snipers got in place. They may try to change the outcome of the next match, but the outcome of THIS one is set in stone, and that outcome is you, meeting your…

FINAL FANTASY!!!

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